Best friends James Lessor and Skip Moore are hardly on the fast track. While James works as a line cook at Cap'n Crab, Skip spends his days selling - or rather, attempting to sell - security systems to people who (a) have no money, and (b) have nothing they care to protect. James and Skip aren't ...
The wizened old man looked like he was straight out of central casting. He had fine white hair tied back in a ponytail, and his brown leathery skin threatening to crack at the creases. A short shoot of hair stuck out from his chin; a beard that had never really taken off. “Yeah. Coins.” James nod...
Somehow the detector was set off. Maybe Conroy smoked cigarettes or cigars, and even though Florida had passed a no-smoking ban, he was Sandy Conroy. The laws weren’t made for some people. People like me for instance. I didn’t seem to have too much trouble breaking the law. Putting GPS units unde...
I put my hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down, but she was pissed. I think part of the problem was that a girl was at the heart of the problem. A girl James was seeing. “I told her a couple of things. I mean I didn’t really tell her much, but—” “Enough to totally screw up this investigat...
Em sipped her Starbucks mocha and I watched the people walking the sidewalk. We wanted to see this Juliana before she saw us. Kind of get a heads-up on what kind of a woman she was. The two of us settled on 104.3 FM radio, a mix of current hits with some music from several years ago. Mostly, the ...
“We’re safe if we stick together.” I wasn’t at all sure that was true, but saying it made me feel better. The first place I thought about was the big yellow tent. We walked in, trying to see anything in the cavernous canvas interior. It was almost two in the morning, the moon was behind a cloud, ...
He figured he might as well make good use of his time. Past the jail with its stainless steel concertina wire boundaries, the bail bond stores, and the carry-outs with garish window signs advertising po-boys, check-cashing, fried chicken and lotto tickets. Across the cracked, pitted pavement to t...
I sat on the beer-stained sofa sipping the last Yuengling beer. “Maybe the cop thing is a good idea.” I couldn’t believe he was admitting that playing along with the cops was a positive thing. “You? You’re admitting that it might be a good idea to team up with the professionals?” “I want to know ...